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Finding Truth – The Searchers Book 3 By Ripley Proserpina


Finding Truth
The Searchers Book 3
By
Ripley Proserpina

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Matisse learned the pain of lies from those he loved…
can he learn to trust again?

Matisse Boudreau is the first to admit he’s not great at understanding people. Yet, one thing he knows is true, Nora Leslie is worth whatever puzzle he needs to solve. As Matisse and his best friends settle into their relationship with Nora, things become clearer—forces are at work to tear them apart.

Nora’s been participating in a strange and mysterious psychological study, but she can no longer ignore the voice inside her screaming that Dr. Daniel Murray is more than he seems, and he does not have her best interests at heart. When Nora pieces together the tragedies that seem to be dogging her, she comes to Matisse with her fears, and he’ll use all his genius to prove her instincts are right.

With Matisse, Apollo, Cai, Seok, and Ryan all working together, they’ll discover how truly dark the intentions of the doctor are, and how committed he is to keeping Nora in his sights.

I love this series and the development of the relationships between Nora and the guys. Each is different as are the guys. Nora seems to understand the quirks of them and that is what makes this so perfect.

In this book, Nora figures out something about the study she’s involved with as Cai finally gets to come home after a bout with Scarlet fever and Strep.

There’s much more here though, Matisse has been doing some illegal motorcycle racing and Nora is pissed when she finds out. The guys also realize that Nora needs to know everything about them. This is made even clearer when Matisse’s mother calls demanding an appearance at Thanksgiving. His story is not so much heartbreaking as it is undeniably an example of selfishness on the part of his father.

This is a favorite scene.

Expecting a full-on intervention, he was surprised when only Apollo was in the kitchen. “Hey,” the larger man greeted when Matisse came through the door.

“Hi,” he replied warily. Any second, he expected to hear his friends’ feet pounding down the stairs so they could surround him and demand answers.

“Don’t look so nervous. No one else is here. Nora’s sleeping, but she wants me to wake her up when you get in. Seok’s reading, and Ryan, overachiever, is doing homework. It’s just you and me.”

“Emissary?” Matisse asked and flung his body into a chair, affecting nonchalance.

“Sort of,” Apollo answered. “I wanted to talk to you because we’re in the same boat.”

“How is that?” Impossible. Apollo—perfect, generous, kind Apollo—and him? The king of the illegal? The go-to guy for all things sneaky?

“Because there are things we do on the shady side of legal, and Nora needs to learn about them. Will, or has, in your case. Why didn’t you tell me, man?” Matisse studied Apollo’s features. His mouth turned down, and his eyebrows drew together—he’d hurt Apollo’s feelings.

“What would you have said?”

“Don’t do it,” Apollo answered quickly. “Be smart. And I’d have had no right to say it, either, considering I’m training to pound some guy into the ground of a warehouse on the outskirts of town.”

“You still would have said it.”

Apollo chuckled at Matisse’s words. “Yeah. I would have. It’s my job as your friend.”

Resting his elbows on the table, he linked his fingers around the back of his head and shook it from side to side. What a mess he’d gotten himself into. And for nothing. Literally nothing. Unless. “We’re talking about the bike races, right?”

Apollo leaned forward, his arms flexing as he folded his hands. “Should we be talking about something else?”

Matisse sprawled back in the chair and shook his head. “No.”

“Everyone wants to talk to you.”

“I’m sure they do, but it’s really none of their business.”

Apollo unfurled, standing and stretching. It wasn’t an attempt to intimidate him, but a sign of his agitation. “You’re our business, Matisse. You guys are the only family I fucking have. Don’t brush it off like it’s nothing.”

“I know.” Deflating under Apollo’s effective guilt trip, he grabbed handfuls of his hair and tugged. “I’ll wake Nora. You want to get the guys? We can play whack-a-Matisse-mole.”

Without waiting to hear his friend’s response, he trudged through the dining room back to the stairs. The closer he got to Nora’s door, the more nervous he became. He felt like a little boy about to be disciplined, and it wasn’t an emotion he enjoyed. All of today, his anxiety had been out of control. For a moment, he considered the near-empty prescription he hadn’t needed since meeting Nora.

Carefully, he opened the door to her bedroom. The light in her closet was on, muted but illuminating her sleeping form. She curled beneath the covers, arms wrapped around her pillow. Mouth open, she coughed suddenly, and sniffled.

Gently, he smoothed his hand down her back. “Cher.” She stirred, breath hitching before her armed waved him away. Despite his worry about how she’d respond to his story, he chuckled. “Nora.”

One eye opened. Then another. “Hey,” she whispered and pushed herself up. Coughing again, she lifted her elbow to her mouth to catch it.

“Sorry. What time is it?”

“No idea,” he answered. “You’re sick?”

Her eyes widened, and he could see her doing a frantic inventory of her body. She sniffed and sniffed again. “Crap. Seok jinxed me.”

“Do you want to come downstairs? Apollo told me you all wanted to talk to me.”

She scrubbed her hands across her face and took the ever-present elastic from around her wrist to tie her hair on top of her head. “Yes.” The covers flew back, and she reached for a sweatshirt at the end of her bed. “Ready.”

“I’m not,” he muttered, unable to help himself.

“Tisse.” The light pressure of her hand on his arm stopped him. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I mean—the other option is telling the same story five times. In which case, I call dibs.”

He laughed, anxiety melting away in the face of her clear attempt at disarming him. It worked. Once she was in his arms, he hugged her tightly. He laid a gentle kiss next to her mouth. “You’re definitely getting sick. You have sick breath.”

“Matisse!” Horrified, she covered her mouth and pushed him out of the way to run down the hall and into the bathroom.

“Smooth.” Ryan appeared at the door. Leaning against the casing, he yawned into his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“What? I wasn’t being mean. I was just letting her know.”
Proserpina, Ripley. Finding Truth (The Searchers Book 3). Kindle Locations (784-828).Kindle Edition.

There is much going on here, many things to resolve and not all the answers will be easy ones.

There’s Tyler who Cai needs to help, there’s the infamous Dr. Murray, relationship breakthroughs and so much more!

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series.

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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Rose – Daylight’s Crown Book 1 by Ripley Proserpina



Rose
Daylight’s Crown Book 1
By
Ripley Proserpina


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A river of poison runs through Rose’s veins.

Ten years ago, Rose Carrado was just a child who made the mistake of trying to catch snowflakes. Boston was overrun by creatures no human had ever seen, or even believed existed. Rose was easy prey. As she lay bleeding—dying—she came face-to-face with an ancient being, one who commanded her to live.

So she did.

Now a young woman, Rose lives with the consequences of that command. Changed by the creature who bit her, she’s a reminder of a time humans want to forget.

But she was left with something else: a connection to those ancient vampires who saved her life so long ago. When brothers Ra, Seti, and Horus return to Boston, the ties that bind them to Rose snap tight. For the first time, they encounter someone who has the power to throw their unending existence into the best sort of chaos, and they won’t allow anything—not life, not death—to take her from them.

Rose is always in pain. It began she was attacked by the demon during the nightmare and survived. The reason she survived was that she was told she wouldn’t die, it was almost an order. She describes that occurence as her guardian angel. That’s not the only thing that happened, there are days when she likens her skin to metal, nothing will penetrate it easily, and she heals rapidly from all injuries.

After she is attacked again in daylight, in the arboretum she returns to the hospital where they had taken blood just this morning. Maybe there was something Dr. Stone could learn from the saliva where the creature tried and failed to bite her. He was the only one who believed her, the only one who would treat her or so she thought.

This is a favorite scene.

“All this time you let me think you believed me.” A horrifying thought occurred to her. What if nobody had believed her. Her mom— before she’d died— acted as though she believed her. But what if she hadn’t? For the life of her, Rose couldn’t remember her mother ever saying the words. She was going to be sick.

Standing, she said, “I need to go.”

“You need to let me make sure you’re okay,” he said.

“I’m not,” she replied, and he opened his mouth to reply. She cut him off before he could say anything else. “Physically, I’m fine. You saw me this morning. It couldn’t cut me or bite me.”

“Bite you?” His eyes narrowed again.

“Or whatever I think happened,” she replied bitterly. She walked to the door, grabbing her camera bag on the way there. She didn’t even remember setting it on the floor. Maybe he was right and she was just a head case.

“I can’t force you, but I think you should reconsider,” he said, but she opened the door anyway.

“Thanks for your concern,” she said as her stomach roiled. It was a warning that the pain was about to get much worse. She didn’t want to be stuck on a bus when it hit. “I’ll be fine.”

Dr. Stone sighed but held the door open for her. The back of her neck prickled as she passed by the receptionist and out the door, like they were both watching her.

Making her way to the elevator, she raked her fingers through her curls and found pieces of grass and leaves stuck in it. No wonder people thought she was crazy. She let the leaf fall from her fingers before she pushed the button on the elevator.

God. She was a mess. Her hands were dirty. There was mud on the knees of her jeans. One pant leg had been torn from knee to ankle. The material gaped around her leg, turned into fringe by the thing’s teeth.

There was a ding, and the doors opened. Her head pounded at the sound and a wave of heat, followed by a chill, raced down her back. She needed to get home as fast as she could.

Alone in the small space, she held onto the rails and shut her eyes, willing herself not to throw up and not to curl into a ball.

It jerked to a stop and she opened her eyes in time to see the doors open. She wasn’t expecting the heat that filled her, or the way it would chase away her pain so quickly she swayed.

Two men stood framed between the open doors and stared at her.

She recognized one of them. She’d seen him this morning. Dark eyes. Serious face. Short hair. He touched his chest as he stared at her but then seemed to recover himself.

Did he feel it, too? Was such a thing possible?

He stepped into the elevator, his shoulders blocking her view to see if the other man followed him.

His gaze traveled from her hair to her feet, and he took in a breath. The change that overtook him was instantaneous. His nostrils flared, and his black pupils swallowed up the dark brown. “Who are you?”

“Rose,” she answered, like her name was drawn from her. Why are you talking to him? Nothing about him seemed friendly. Deep frown lines appeared next to his mouth, like he was often displeased.

But his hand was still on his chest, which meant he felt what she did. It had to mean that, right?

The confidence she’d worked so hard to cultivate was gone though. Today had shaken her foundation as much as being attacked the first time, and then later, losing her mother, had.

“You smell like a crawler,” he said, and she held on tighter to the rail.

A crawler. Soft skin. Sharp teeth. Sharp nails. Pain. Burning. Pain.

“She’s panicking, Horus. Back off.” The man was pushed out of the way and another man approached her. Palms out as if proving he was no threat, he moved toward her. “You’re all right. We’re not going to hurt you.”

The warmth in her chest flared, and she touched it. In front of her, the man suddenly winced and touched his own chest.

Just like Horus.

“My name is Seti. This is my brother Horus.” He had thick dark brows that only made his eyes look brighter, and longer hair that fell across his forehead. He smiled as if he was trying to set her at ease, but something was off. How did they know about the creature?

Pain. Burning. Pain.

You’re not going to die.

The world was closing in on her, and she edged toward the row of buttons at the front of the box.

“She’s human,” Horus observed, and panic threatened to overwhelm her. Human? Shit. This was bad. She smacked the buttons, desperate for any floor that would open those doors immediately, but Seti stopped her before she could connect.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” he said again, but Rose could barely hear him. She lashed out mindlessly. The only thing she could think about was getting out.

“Calm.” Horus held his palms out the way Seti had earlier. “You’re safe with us.”

Safe.

Arms tightened around hers, and she realized Seti held her against his chest. He didn’t squeeze her, or hurt her, but caged her in, keeping her from hitting him.

Part of her thought she should apologize, but the other part, the part that grew up in Boston and had just kicked the head off of some Creature from the Black Lagoon, wouldn’t.

“Okay,” she said, forcing her muscles to relax. Seti loosened his hold, and she let her weight drop. Surprised, he let her go and she dove at the buttons. Somehow, perhaps by divine intervention, she connected.

Placing her back to the panel of buttons, she faced the brothers. “Don’t stop me from leaving.”

“We could easily overpower you,” Horus observed, and Seti cast him a narrow-eyed glare.

“You’re not helping.”

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. They were right. Both of them were taller, broad with muscles that their coats couldn’t hide. They could overpower her.

But they didn’t.

Horus wanted to, she suspected. He rolled back and forth on his heels like he was ready to erupt off a starting block, but he remained in place.

Seti let his hands fall to his sides and nodded once. “Goodbye, Rose.”

She didn’t answer but took a step to the side and then off the elevator. “Don’t follow me,” she said. “Or I’ll scream.”

Voices filtered toward her, background noise that would mask anything they said to each other.

Unless she screamed.

Screaming would get attention.

Leaning forward, Seti hit one of the buttons. She stood there to be sure the doors closed, and they stayed true to their word.

The doors shut, and Rose took a stumbling step backward. Then another until the rest of the hospital came into her peripheral vision.

Run.

She had to get out of here. Find a safe place and hunker down.

The poison began to seep back into her system, bringing with it the familiar pain. Turning, she hurried to the exit. Just as she hit the doors, the pain returned full-force, nearly bowling her over.

There was the bus that would bring her home. One foot in front of the other. The only thing she could control right now was her forward momentum, but she had no illusions.

Nowhere was safe.
Ripley Proserpina. Rose: Daylight’s Crown, Book One (Kindle Locations 421-481).

A starling revelation from the doctor, and meeting with Horus and Seti on the elevator has Rose fleeing for safety.

I love the way this book slowly escalates from that initial meeting. Her meeting Ra, the one who told her she would live is not as one would expect. It the immediate relief from pain when the guys are with her that is startling as much as the return of it when they leave here.

It’s great seeing Briar and her family again too. I really have to go back and re-read the Midnight Crown series before the next book in this series comes out.

Action, intrigue and many surprises as the relationship between Rose, Ra, Horus and Seti begins to develop into something more than just friendship.

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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The Deluge – The Storm Book 3 by Ripley Proserpina and Rebecca Royce



The Deluge
The Storm Book 3
By
Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce

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A deluge is coming…

A year of searching has passed. A year of getting stronger. Harder. Angrier.

Whitney never thought she’d survive without her guys, but she did. They’re out there. She just has to claim them.

Now, it’s time to go to war.

Whitney is changed, she realized that in order to get her guys back she needed to be stronger. It’s a year later, she lives at Zero with Wendy and she’s leaner, more muscular and stronger than she’s ever been. An interesting side effect, her psychic abilities grew in strength as well.

She’s ready now and she’s going to get her guys back

This is a favorite scene.

“Whitney?” A knock sounded as Wendy entered the house, calling my name. I sighed. I’d tried to work on the idea of knocking before she spoke and entered but she wasn’t getting it. Either that or she was just being a bitch, which was entirely possible.

I’d moved the young woman into Zero with me and the few Uncontrolled who remained uncollected by my brother, Dex. John and Nick helped her and the others to escape their child-abusing husbands. They were strong, violent, and capable.

I’d discovered in the first two weeks of horror after my guys were taken that I was really not made for loneliness. Any company was better than none.

Besides, someone was going to have to take care of this place if I died. A bunch of women starting over seemed like the best possible option. After they’d pulled their gun off my chest, we’d worked this stuff out. Sort of. Wendy still didn’t knock.

Passive-aggressive might be her middle name.

I stopped my push-ups, pulling myself into a sitting position. Every day, I’d done two hundred sit-ups. But now it was time for me to leave. Time for me to do what I’d planned for the last year.

I was getting back the people who belonged to me, and Dex was going to wish he’d never been born—or reborn. He would rue the day he’d taken what was mine.

“Over here,” I called out to Wendy, and she rounded the corner.

“I should have known you’d be working out. Every free minute. You never take a break.”

I started my first sit up. “What would you have me do that I’m not doing?”

“Come to the show tonight.” I should have known she was going to say that.

I shook my head, heading into my fifth sit up. “I’m leaving tonight. It’s time.”

If not now, then never. I’d honed my body to the point that I almost didn’t recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. And what I’d discovered should probably have been obvious from the beginning. The stronger I got physically, the stronger my mind and psychic abilities got. Dante would have told me this if he’d been here to see it. I’d connected my five guys to me, but I’d not been fit to handle them. I was now. And even if I had to yank each of them free from Dex’s grasp one by one, that was what I would do.

I was ready.
Rebecca Royce; Rebecca Royce. Ripley Proserpina, The Deluge (Kindle Locations 57-75). Kindle Edition.

Unfortunately yanking a hoard of uncontrolled from Dex only alerted him to her presence. She only gets John in this first attempt.

Her new found strength allows her to heal without having to sleep and John will be invaluable in getting the others.

This is truly a wonderful end to this trilogy, there’s plenty of action, revenge and a love that survives everything thrown at it.

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Ripley Proserpina

Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

Cheers!!

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Thunder Rolling – The Storm Book 2 by Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce



Thunder Rolling
The Storm Book 2
By
Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce

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True loyalty knows no boundaries…

The world around Whitney Lake keeps changing, but with John, Isaiah, Nick, Brandon, Dante, and Carson by her side, her foundation has never been stronger. Together, they are building a sanctuary for the survivors of Roanoke—the living and the newly Uncontrolled.

Still figuring out their newfound powers, and the connection which binds them all together, the guys don’t hesitate to do everything they can to protect the woman they love.

Whitney may have brought her guys to life, but when she falls ill, they are left scrambling. Will her men pay any price to save her, or will the storm that brought them together, tear them apart?

This book had me holding my breath and sniffling quite a bit.

After the destruction of Roanoke, Whitney, who told everyone to run, is now running out of energy.

Zero has become a refuge and with so many new arrivals there are problems every day. What they didn’t realize was the circuit that binds them was also now killing Whitney. The energy the guys are pumping through to her is preventing the natural healing that a fever does.

This is a favorite scene as they come to understand the implications.

I held her tighter, adjusting her slightly. Sleep was the best thing for her.

John walked over, bringing me a chair to prop my foot on because I hung half-off the bed. No one said a word. Like me, they seemed content to just stay there right with her, for as long as she needed.

Whitney’s eyes danced beneath her lids. I liked to think she was deep in a recuperative sleep, dreaming about strawberries and ice cream and shopping malls. Happy things.

Not: did we have enough food to go around? Or: was her brother about to find our safe haven?

All of us perched around her room.

In between staring at her, I stared at my friends.

Arms crossed, John stared at Whit like his power of disapproving facial expressions could ward off whatever plagued her. He wasn’t calm, though he would have liked us to think that. Lawyer, remember? I was excellent at interpreting body language.

Dante paced, his attention never leaving Whitney. What did he see when he looked at her that I didn’t?

I studied her again. Her skin was pale, and her orange freckles stood out. Usually, she had a pinky glow. She said she was “red,” but I loved the flush of color. It was like she was always running. Or excited. That color was a sign of the way she approached life: energetically and joyfully. So to see it missing…

It worried me.

A crash from the corner of the room startled me, and I jerked.

“Shit!” Dante said, rubbing his knee. A second later, I jerked again, this time when a zap of static shot through my body.

“Dammit, Dante,” Nick whisper-hissed.

“I didn’t mean to,” the man replied. His tan face was ashamed as he straightened.

Worried, I examined Whit. “It’s like her body is over-reacting to our injuries.”

“Like an autoimmune disorder,” Dante said and then winced. “Sort of.”

“English!” Nick said and then when Whitney shifted, repeated in a quieter voice. “English.”

“Autoimmune disorders happen when a person’s body overreacts to something. A trigger of some sort. And in the process end up attacking the person’s body.”

“Like an allergic reaction?” Brandon asked. “No,” Dante said. “This is when the body attacks itself. It breaks down blood and tissue.”

“Could it result in a heart attack?” John asked.

Heart attack. Whitney suffered a heart attack.

“Yes,” Dante answered. “Tissues become inflamed… It’s possible.” He shook his head. “It makes sense. Though I never came across something like this before. Not in all my studies.”

“Oh, you mean your weird-ass experiments with the Department of Psycho Killers?” Nick asked.

“Yeah,” Dante answered, voice devoid of sarcasm. “That one.”

“We go back to the labs,” John said.

“Dante, run a battery of tests on us, and then we start scavenging. If we’re sick, if we’re hurt, no more relying on this fucking circuit to help us. There are antibiotics out there. Fuck—find some Band-Aids. I don’t want to take any more out of Whitney if we don’t have to.”

Nick stood. “I’ll go. I’ve always been good at finding things. Breaking and entering.” He held up his fists and then narrowed his eyes. “Or was it Law and Order?” He shook his head. “Cagney and Lacey? Whatever. Let me get Isaiah. He hates to admit it, but he can find shit, too.”

“Shut up.” John stared hard at Whitney, like he could see under her skin. “And go.”

A thought dawned on me. Dante was smart, brilliant beyond belief but he wasn’t a doctor of medicine, even though what he knew would probably rival one. We needed an actual doctor to look at her and there were some in the general population.
“I’m going to go find her a doctor.”

Brandon nodded. “That’s a good idea. Our childhood doctor and his wife are around somewhere. I’ll come with you and look.”

John walked toward me. “I’ll lie down with her, stay until you guys come back.”

She squirmed on the bed but didn’t wake. Our beautiful girl was so exhausted. We were going to kill her if we weren’t careful, and I couldn’t imagine a life without her in it. If she went away, there would only be darkness where she’d been. A big, gaping wound I’d never be able to heal.

I loved her. I would not lose her. Not to death or the Infection.

None of us had said it, but considering the state of things, what were the chances if we lost Whitney she’d wake up belonging to Dex?

Fuck, we had to figure this out. Fast.
Rebecca Royce; Rebecca Royce. Thunder Rolling (Kindle Locations 347-385). Kindle Edition.

As Whitney’s fever climbs higher they knew they had to find more help. With the summons from Dr.Karlton, the evil one working with Dex, Dante makes the decision to go to him and get Whitney cured.

The depths of the evil, the pain they all feel, the love and devotion, all had me turning the pages. I certainly didn’t see what was coming, at least I was in denial.

I am so glad the next book is coming out real soon, I need more!

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Ripley Proserpina

Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

Cheers!!

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Lightning Strikes – The Storm Book 1 By Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce



Lightning Strikes
The Storm Book 1
By
Ripley Proserpina
&
Rebecca Royce

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True love refuses to die…

Whitney Lake has had a lot of time to contemplate the end of the world. In the blink of an eye, an infection wiped out most of the human population, and her life changed forever. In one of the few safe cities left, Whitney tries to keep her head down, and stay alive.

But the world needs saving, and she may be the only one who can do it. When a letter from her long-dead best friend arrives, Whitney takes a chance. Can she save those she thought were lost?

Out in the wilderness, where she never dared to go, she’ll discover a world she never expected, and six men who would come back from the dead just to be with her.

Will she fight for the men who chose her, or will she lose everything in the coming storm?

I’m going to say right from the start Ripley and Rebecca have some very weird, yet interesting minds. I don’t think even my wildest imagination could come up with what they have in this start to a new series.

It is likely the end of the world. Zombies are everywhere and every day someone is turned by the infection.

Whitney’s best friend, Brandon was one of those people. She watched in horror as he was killed and turned. However when she gets a message to meet him she goes. She loved him and she had to trust that he wouldn’t harm her.

When he shows up with another, Whitney runs and ends up falling and unconscious. Which leads to meeting the Uncontrolled, and a dream that starts changing everything.

This is a favorite scene.

I dreamed I stood in the center of a circle. The world was a vivid green I only saw in the springtime when the leaves were newly unfurled and the grass had sprouted from a dry, winter ground. Rain pelted the earth around me, but I remained untouched.

Above me, storm clouds gathered, and I lifted my face toward the sky. Inside the dark rolling clouds, lightning flashed like a warning, but I wasn’t afraid. Thunder cracked ominously and the lightning struck, a blazing white, into the ground.

Once. Twice. Lightning hit the ground over and over. Six distinct strikes. The smell of ozone was thick in the air and the hairs on my arm stood up.

Realization hit me suddenly—I wasn’t alone. Fearless, I studied the faces of the men regarding me. They’d never hurt me. That was a given. Somehow, I knew that.

Brandon. I knew him as well as I knew myself. His expression was passive. He’d never say no to this. His friends all loved him. That wasn’t surprising. Everyone always had. In a real sense, I was here in this moment because of that love.

Isaiah. He watched me with curious eyes. Would I be as accepting as he had been to the strangers who were now as close to him as brothers? He held his hands loosely at his sides, but he wasn’t relaxed. He waited for my decision. What was the question?

John. Dark-eyed, devil-may-care attitude. But he cared. He didn’t fool me. Every move he made, every decision or judgment rendered had been one he agonized over. He frowned and side-eyed Isaiah before returning his gaze to mine. I see you, I wanted to say. I see what you try to hide.

Carson. He stared at the ground while I stared at him, waiting for him to meet my gaze. Constantly measuring himself against a world that didn’t exist anymore, Carson found himself lacking in every possible way. He needed to realize his worth. I’d show him, if he gave me the chance. I’d show him he was perfect no matter what.

Nick. His gaze was hard, and he was world-weary. Well, I was, too. He and I had more in common than perhaps I had with anyone here. Maybe even more than Brandon, because we’d been hurt by the same man. We lived in a world filled with liars but tried to make our way. We were survivors, he and I. But our hearts were vulnerable and exposed.

Dante— “You don’t think you belong here,” I said.

He smiled sadly. “I don’t, Whit. Look at me. And look at you.”

The clouds parted, and the sun came out. He winced, but held my gaze, and I looked at him, really looked at him. His chin was covered in a metal plate, and one cheekbone was sewn with ragged, uneven stitches. That must have been his first injury, the one he had to do with no one to guide him. The metal set off the hue of his skin. No. He wasn’t classically beautiful, but every scar on his skin told his story. It told me he’d never give up, not on me, and not on any of these guys. Ever. I smiled at him. “I am looking at you, Dante.”
Rebecca Royce; Ripley Proserpina. Lightning Strikes (Kindle Locations 716-738). Kindle Edition.

There is much going on in this book as Whitney goes on the run from her father and discovers so much more. Not only about the Uncontrolled that are somehow bound to her but also the Controlled and the Controller.

Ripley and Rebecca have truly outdone themselves. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Ripley and Rebecca!

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

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Meow Baby – Wards and Wands Book 2.5 by Rebecca Royce



Meow Baby
Wards and Wands Book 2.5
By
Rebecca Royce & Ripley Proserpina

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Set in the Wards and Wands Universe, Ripley Proserpina and Rebecca Royce offer up a witchy love story sure to melt your hearts. When a strong willed woman takes in three stray cats she has no idea they are the Addington Brothers, her neighbors who have been torturing her for years and are now cursed to walk on four feet.

While she’d never have believed it possible, all the Addingtons want now is to show Michaella they can be trusted with her heart. What happens next will change not only their four lives forever but the witching world everywhere.

**Meow, Baby was previously released in the charity anthology Petting Them**

This book was so much fun! The Addington brothers are Michaella’s neighbors, and they aren’t very good ones. They constantly make a mess of her property and make fun of her as she tries to clean up. She can’t use magic because she doesn’t have much. What she does have is usually expended as a healer at Prestige, a private hospital where she is employed.

When she comes home one day to find three black cats, she immediately offers them sanctuary. Feeding them and keeping them safe.

After lying to a couple of shady characters that inform her they are looking for the Addington’s cats, she decides to take them to work with her.

This is a favorite scene.

“I will miss you guys. It is sort of nice to have someone to talk to.” Drained didn’t begin to describe how she felt right then. But there was no choice. She had to make it work like she always did. Her patients were counting on her.

“You know what? Do you guys want to come make some old people’s day? They love pets. It’s good for them, soothing.”

Butch yowled, and Tough joined in. She didn’t think they liked the idea, but Panther, tail whipping from side to side, ambled toward her and rubbed against her leg. “You’ll do it?” she asked.

Panther rubbed against her again, like he was in agreement with her.

“Awesome!” She leaned down and stroked him from head to tail tip. His butt lifted in the air, and she gave him a little scratch at the base of his tail. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then we’ll go. See if you can talk your brothers into joining us!”

Michaella ran, by which she meant, she walked quickly, upstairs. Along the way, she stripped out of her clothes, leaving them wherever they fell. One benefit of living alone was no one cared if she was naked, and no one cared if she made a mess.

She guessed the other side of the coin was that no one cared period, but she was trying to focus on the positives. In record time, she was dressed, showered, and downstairs.

The cats, however, were nowhere to be found. “Panther!” She made a kissing noise with her lips, but the house was silent. Michaella walked through the living room to the kitchen and found Tough, Panther, and Butch on her counter top. In front of them was a raggedly opened box of granola bars. “Did you—?” She glanced at the cabinet where she’d stored them and sure enough, it was wide open. She picked up

Rebecca Royce; Ripley Proserpina. Part of Petting Them Anthology (Kindle Locations 325-330). Kindle Edition.
the box. It was open, but none of the bars were. Shrugging, she pulled one out. “I should eat breakfast. Thanks guys. I’m going to pretend you got that out for me.”

Butch meowed, like we did, dummy.

“Be nice,” she muttered. She took a bite and through a mouthful of brown sugar and nuts asked, “Who’s coming with me?”

Panther hissed at his brothers, and to her delight, all three jumped off the counter and strolled to the door. “All of you?”

Panther stared at her. “Right! All of you. I don’t have a carrier, so I’m just going to pick you up and one-by-one place you in my car. Okay? No train rides for kitty-cats.” She peered out her door. “No creepy creeps outside. But just in case, let’s go fast. I don’t want Mr. Slicked-Back-Hair showing up.”

Michaella picked Panther up. “Dang, you’re heavy.” He adjusted himself, placing his paws on her shoulders. It allowed one of her hands free so she could open the door. She had expected this to be more of a process. Like—with the cats running under the sofa or knocking vases of flowers off of side tables. It didn’t matter that she didn’t own a vase or have any fresh flowers sitting in water. It was one of those things that happened when chasing an animal.

But they didn’t. Butch waited for his turn, and then Tough, and soon they were on their way. Michaella rolled into Prestige and surveyed the still-empty parking lot. “You guys are so great to do this. Thank you.” In that moment, as she thanked the cats she’d kidnapped (catnapped?) from her neighbors, Michaella decided she needed to get a life. This whole going to work, going home, do nothing thing was turning her into a crazy lady.
Rebecca Royce; Ripley Proserpina. Meow Baby. Petting Them Anthology (Kindle Locations 317-343). Kindle Edition.

It’s while they are here that she finds they have been transfigured in a way that could be permanent.

We get to see Lawson as he is the enforcer who comes to reverse the Addington brothers back. I love Lawson, he manages to put them in their place right away.

There is another issue though, the guys have realized something since Michaella took them in, they need to apologize and also convince her to give them a chance. Not to mention finding the folks that turned them to begin with.

A totally enjoyable romp with lots of giggles and serious sizzle.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca and Ripley!

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

Cheers!!

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New Release! Just Jayne by Ripley Proserpina



Just Jayne
By
Ripley Proserpina

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Jayne Burns has come too far in her life to look back. An orphan, she’s used to being no one’s choice.

Not anymore.

When she lands a job as a private tutor for the adopted daughter of a world famous guitarist, everything changes. The rock gods of Rochester’s Pathos, Tennyson, Lee, Klaus, and Diego set their sights on her, and sweep Jayne off her feet.

But the band has a secret, and if it comes to light, they’ll lose Jayne.

They refuse to give her up, and they’ll tell any lie, barricade any door, and fight any foe to keep her.

**Just Jayne is a full-length, stand-alone reverse harem romance**

Jayne has been a tutor for the rich and famous for a long time, now that her latest charge is heading to boarding school, she’s summoned to her agency for an interview.

There’s a lot of mystery involved in that first interview, but it does get her on a plane to London and the second interview.

This is a favorite scene.

“Miss Burns, I’m Alfred Tennyson. It’s nice to meet you.”

Alfred Tennyson. I kept my face bland, but my suspicion grew with each passing second. “Nice to meet you, as well,” I replied. Big fat liar. If his name was Alfred Tennyson, then I was Britney Spears.

“This won’t take long,” he said. “I just have a few questions.” He reached behind him and pulled a piece of yellow lined paper from his back pocket. Unfolding it, he stared at me and said, “I am tired/ I am weary/ I could sleep for a thousand years/ A thousand dreams that would awake me/ Different colors made of tears.”

The paper remained on his lap, but he didn’t glance at it, and he didn’t glance away from me.

“Venus in Furs by Velvet Underground,” I said. “Do you want me to interpret?”

Alfred smiled. “No. It just popped into my head and I had to say it. Does that ever happen to you? Something pops into your head and you have to get it out?” He leaned back and studied me the same way the woman in my first interview had. “You don’t seem the spontaneous type.” In one quick move, he grabbed his phone from a nearby table and typed something before flinging it away. His chair groaned as he shifted and leaned forward. His blue eyes were so bright, almost like he had a fever— or he was on something. His long fingers tapped against the paper and he cocked his head to the side. As he watched me, he was quiet and thoughtful, but then he played with the little ring in his lip, and I got the sense that maybe he was waiting for something.

“Yeah,” he said suddenly. “You’re not spontaneous. Definitely buttoned up. You’ve got a whole…” He waved his hand toward me. “Maiden aunt thing going on, but yeah. Interpret Venus in Furs for me.”

This was a test. Like seeing if I’d fly to London for a second interview. And I had… personal experience… with the über-wealthy. How do you feel about celebrities?

Fine.

I could go along with whatever this was.

“It’s based off of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s book of the same name— it’s not a book I have ever written into any curriculum. Have you read it?” I asked.

“A story about a man who wants to submit to and be dominated by women?” Alfred asked. “Fuck, yes. Twice.” He shifted. “I didn’t understand it either time.”

I smiled, and waited. Because this was certain to get worse before it got better.

“Have you read it?” he asked.

“No,” I answered, honestly. And that seemed to surprise him. I wondered why. He’d already pegged me as a boring, old maid. Of course I wouldn’t have read a book about sado-masochism, bondage, and dominance. “But I love Lou Reed, so I know the Velvet Underground.”

Behind him a door opened and a woman walked out. This was the sort of person I’d expected to interview me. Someone slightly older than myself, dressed like she’d come to work and not just run out of clean clothes to wear. She handed a file to Alfred, and then she left.

“Next question.” He opened the file and held up two pictures. “Who are these men?”

“Winston Churchill and Eminem.”

“And these?” He held up another two pictures.

“Justin Timberlake and David Beckham.”

“So you don’t live under a rock, Miss Burns,” he said.

I swallowed hard and clenched my teeth. “No, Mr. Tennyson, I don’t.”

“Then how have you not recognized who I am?” He flung the pictures away and stared at me, waiting.

I stared back, and as recognition dawned, I realized I was the stupidest person who’d ever lived. My face heated, and as much as I wanted to drop my gaze and hide my embarrassment, I didn’t. All I could do was hope my voice didn’t shake when I answered. “You’re Tennyson Blake,” I said. “Lead guitarist for Rochester’s Pathos.” I’d waxed poetic about Velvet Underground while sitting across from one of the most celebrated musicians and lyricists of all time. Stupid.

“You didn’t recognize me,” he said.

“Not at first,” I admitted and then I remembered the man whose wallet I’d returned. “And that was Diego Martin. Outside.”

“You saw him? He tried to leave before you arrived.” Tennyson shrugged. “He liked the first candidate.”

“But he didn’t even meet me,” I argued before closing my mouth shut with a snap.

“Diego goes with his gut, and he liked the other girl.” Tennyson cupped his stubble-lined jaw and leaned his elbow on his knee. “Woman. Sorry.”

All right, then. “Do you have any other questions for me?”

“No.” But he continued to stare at me. Since the interview was over, and I clearly hadn’t gotten the position, I let myself glance away from him.

I felt every hour of time that had passed between my interview in New York, and my arrival here. No doubt I looked horrible, and no doubt I’d made a fool of myself.

A chime sounded, and I glanced at Tennyson. He was staring down at his phone and smiling. “Everyone agrees. You’re it. The woman to teach our adorable little gremlin.” He held out his hand, and a little shocked, I took it. “Welcome to the family, Miss Burns.”
Ripley Proserpina. Just Jayne (Kindle Locations 165-207).

In spite of not wanting to get involved, Tennyson, Lee, Klaus, and Diego were determined to make Jayne theirs.

I fell in love with their daughter Sophie, and their interactions with her were priceless.

There is a major secret here though, one that could ruin everything. So much subterfuge and almost truths.

I couldn’t put this book down as clues get dropped as to the origin of the secret in the creepiest of ways. We get a look at the lifestyle of the rich and famous, as well as a bit of the crazy music world.

Plenty of clues, some laughs, and off the charts heat as this tale unfolds.

5 Contented Purrs for Ripley!

Ripley Proserpina

Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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